Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[flightforfreedom]

 

TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW

Andy and Poe meet *
Andy and Poe's first gig *
Rex Meet Cute
Poe makes Andy the Copilot *
Poe and Rex have a Pleasant Evening *
Poe gets Andy off talking about how hot Rex is when he makes an O face *
Poe confesses his feelings for Andy, she storms off
Poe tells Rex about Andy storming off and accidentally confesses feelings for him too
Finally getting the stupid woman back on the ship 
Andy and Rex "spar"
Poe getting to say "I love you" to Andy during sex and not getting punched *
Poe and Andy get snacks for Rex, or try to anyway
Poe gets himself hurt
Poe wakes up and gets lectured at by Andy
Then by Rex
Poe Tells Andy he wants to marry them at the worst possible moment *
Andy and Poe propose to Rex

 UNSURE TIMELINE:
Bounty Posters
 

Comments

[killtime]

DON"T THINK SHE FORGET U DIDN'T THINK SHE LOVE U THO POE
later, she's just like: im sorry did i not like sleep w/ u about 50 times sayin each time was the last time like
gestures with hands

[killtime]

JOKES ON U GUYS she definitely does this periodically in the future bc
she's a terrible person but
she always comes back
bc she loves her stupid husbands

[flightforfreedom]

LOOK HES AN IDIOT WHEN IT COMES TO HIMSELF

He's just so invested in Andy and Rex that their life move for eachother is totally obvious to him

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Poe always sulks about it but then basically forgives her pretty much instantly even while Rex is lecturing her he's just stealing hugs

[killtime]

UR A FOOL POE

it's ok tho so is andy

he will get reminders that she loves him
50% when they're fighting in the heat of the moment
and 50% when she's bein soft

[killtime]

he's probs cute af when he sulk tho

[flightforfreedom]

"Life move" I have no idea how I got that, stupid phone

Also them yelling about how much they love each other while fighting is very IC

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Leaves this icon

[killtime]

good quality husband

[killtime]

how often does rex have to break up fights btwn them tbh

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Sulkiest husband

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Like 30 percent of the time

15 percent of the time one of them storms off in a huff

The rest end in make outs

For Rex, Early Relationship, Post Andy Fight

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe was furious, with that sort of boiling rage that was probably just fear masquerading as someone else. They were planet side, for once, gathering supplies, and he and Andy had fought, and she had just left, without a word. Poe had spent a good ten minutes just swearing to himself in the cockpit and uselessly kicking at the bulkhead before he had finally gotten up and gone looking through the ship for Rex. ]

We're grounded until further notice. [ Was the first thing he said when he found the clone. ] Because Andy's up and gone who the hell knows where and we can't leave without her so we're grounded.

rex & poe & andy: first aid / bounty posters

[killtime]

[ There's one good thing about being Scythian: She's tougher than most. May or may not have an auxillary heart. Regenerates pretty fast. In a few days, she'll be good as new — but damn, if that last mission wasn't a rough one. She's using one of the ship's windows as a mirror to survey the damage, pulling her shirt up to eye the impressive bruising all over her ribs. The cut above her eyebrow is still sticky with blood, a nice accent for the black eye she's forming.

There's never enough first aid onboard either. The three of them go through that shit like Andy goes through cigarettes. So she'd sent the boys out for supplies a little while ago. Maybe too long ago. A twinge of impatience nags — worry, maybe, though she's not likely to admit that to herself. Place is still probably hot, might still be people looking for them. Fuck, but she won't miss this place once they're off planet. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ It's blaster fire that is the first acknowledgment of their arrival: blasters and shouts.

Poe may be a pilot first, but he's a damn good shot: even laden down with bacta tanks. He'd taken the least worst of the hits in the last volley, which of course meant he was being even more reckless than usual to make up for the oversight. So though he was the one to slam on the panel to bring down the ramp, he was also the last one up it, offering cover fire for Rex to get from his firing position on the ship.

As soon as the ramp was a quarter of the way closed, Poe was already dumping the supplies at the door and then running for the cockpit - a few strange pieces of-- were those posters??-- clutched in his hands. He passes right past Andy, shoving the posters into her arms as he skids into the cockpit yelling: ]

Now, now, now, we're leaving now!

poe & andy

[killtime]

[ She doesn't know when all of this started to feel routine. When she started to make a routine around them. When it started to seem normal, having them with her all the time. This isn't how she planned it. Sometimes it makes her almost anxious to dwell on it too long — sometimes angry too. Angry at herself. Because it's hard to imagine being without them now — and that, she knows, is some stupid ass sentiment.

But at the same time, she hasn't made any real attempts to leave. She won't name the feeling that makes her stay, but she won't fight it as hard as she thinks she probably should either. So long as nobody makes her confront her own emotions, she can pretend it's a companionship of convenience. Because they make a damn good team, and because the money's not so bad, or because it's not like she has a ship of her own. A litany of reasons piled up over the real one.

It's that warm unnamed something that has her wandering up into the cockpit looking for some specific company. A dwindling cigarette hangs loosely from her lips, betraying her approach with the distinct smell of carababba tabac. She leans on the pilot's seat, nudging Poe lightly with her elbow. ]

Hey. You gonna come get some shut-eye soon?

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[ When she leans on the pilot seat and her weight shifts the angle of the back, Poe starts, apparently he had already been nodding off where he sat. It had been habit, when he was alone, to sleep in the pilot's seat. But it had been a while since he had been alone, so as soon as he realised what was happening he offered her a warm, lopsided smile. ]

Yeah, I was just finishing up the hyperspace calculations.

[ He turned in his chair, shifting his weight until he was sitting on the edge and then reading out to let his hands rest on her legs, just a gentle, physical touch. ]

I hear that a good kiss makes the calculations go faster, though...

[killtime]

[ There's a few more things she's gotten entirely too used to: That smile. The constant touching. It's never really bothered her — but she's started to forget to pretend like it does.

Mildly: ]

Bullshit.

[ She rolls her eyes lightly — but only for show, because she's already leaning down, holding her cigarette off to the side so that she can press her mouth to his, fond and familiar. ]

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[ He grins into the kiss, leaning up to meet it, the taste of her tobacco something that he's grown just as used to. He can't smell it, anymore, without immediately thinking of her.

Just as he pulls back, the console makes a little ding! sound as the calculations complete.

He offers a smug smirk. ]

Told you.

[killtime]

[ Andy glances over at the console as it dings, arching a skeptical eyebrow at it like she thinks the entire ship is probably in cahoots with its pilot. How is he always doing that?

Dryly: ]

If that actually worked for anything, I'd take one for the team and spend half our jobs kissing you. [ She leans over to put her cigarette out in the ashtray kept nearby to convenience her habit. ] I'm a good friend like that.

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[ He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he hooked his thumbs into her belt loops and gave a little tug to try to encourage her down onto his lap. ]

I didn't say it works for everything, but we could always try it out one job and see what it did for us. You know, like good friends do. [ The tone was teasing but affectionate: he clearly thought that she was teasing him with the statement. ]

We should buzz Rex up here and all be good friends in the cockpit together. [ He smirked - good naturedly, but still a smirk, and tried to lean up to take another kiss. ]

[killtime]

[ She yields to the tug on her belt loops more easily than she probably should, letting herself settle into his lap as she listens to the familiar cadence of his banter. It’s the usual back and forth for them - right up until he mentions Rex and something in her brain comes to a screeching halt

It’s rougher than it needs to be, when she shoves him back against his seat to give him a frown, her eyebrows pinched with some vague defensive emotion. ]

It’s not like that between me and him.

[ Which... Almost seems a ridiculous point to make, for someone like her. Someone who doesn’t much care who she fucks half the time. And even if she wasn’t fast and loose with those things, there’s no denying that she feels some kind of way about Rex - because she’s always betraying herself in small ways, the same small ways that she’s always betraying herself with Poe. Little moments of affection and familiarity. The unconscious way she’ll linger with her gaze or her touch. Things that contradict the show she makes of keeping everyone at arm’s length. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ He had not been expecting the shove at all, and he grunted a little as he slammed back into the chair.

He frowned back at her, brows knitting. It she had been exasperated, he would have got it. Rolled her eyes, expected and understood. He hadn't been expecting the anger. So a tiny little defensive fire flared in his chest, too. ]

Okay? So then what is it like, because you could have fooled me. If its a sex thing, that's fine, it's not like you have to sleep with him. Though I honestly recommend it.

But it doesn't take a Jedi to see that he really should be here with us.

[killtime]

[ Maybe that’s what pisses her off about it - that some part of her wants to agree with him, even know she thinks she knows better. It always feels best when it’s the three of them together, whether they’re dodging blaster fire or having a quiet moment on the ship. But another part of her can’t consciously cross that barrier - that line between friendship and something else. Something more. She isn’t ready to face that or face the implications and worse, how acknowledging anything would make her fear of losing them too real.

With Poe, at least she can pretend the sex is casual - the way it started out, when they first met - but it’s too late for that with Rex. She’d have to confront the emotional motivation - and she’d would really, really rather not. ]

There is no us, Dameron. [ The words are unnecessarily cruel by design, as if by being mean she can convince them both of what she’s saying - like her actions haven’t been saying the exact opposite all this time. ] We fuck. Sometimes we get shot at together. That’s it. [ She keeps her hand against his chest, forcing distance between them as if she isn’t still crowding his lap. ] And I like you fine, but you’re making a mistake if you think that means you get to call me out on some imaginary shit like you fucking know me.

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[ His face darkens, the words taking the exact emotional toll that they were intended to. But instead of backing off or cowering that just makes Poe really fucking stubborn. ]

Seriously? You're going to actually sit here and try to tell me that I mean about as much to you as some guy you picked up at a cantina once?

That's the biggest load of bantha shit I've ever heard. And yeah, I'm pretty damn sure I know you - maybe a sight better than you know yourself if you actually believe that crap.

If that's how you want to play it with me then fine, I'll play along. But Rex deserves a lot better than that, and you know it. You care about him just as much as I do and he deserves that.